Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 88
"Are you sure you're going to do that, just to help your friend?" arkan asked Raffa after his nephew told him about his intentions.
"Yes, Om. I felt sorry for him, because his father planned something bad for him" Raffa looked at Arkan with confidence.
Arkan also saw the confidence in his nephew, but he did not immediately answer. It's not that he doesn't want or hesitate to help Raffa, about helping Mika's father's company.
Actually Raffa also has a few percent stake in the company, relics from his parents, so he is also entitled to the company.
But the consideration is whether his nephew will not regret later, considering he said he would marry the person he had not long known as his friend.
"If it is your decision, then Om as a substitute for your parents can only agree. But one thing you have to remember, marriage is not a mess, will you be able to step on that road?" Arkan looked at Raffa seriously.
"May I be able Om" said Raffa although with the deepest heart is not as sure.
However, she wanted to try it, hoping that with it, she could completely forget about Nayna, and could think of the woman as the mother of her child alone, no more.
"Alright, later we meet his parents, let Om later tell Nayna to come too," Arkan said.
"All right, thanks, Om." Raffa smiled at Arkan who was answered with a nod of his head and a smile by the man.
"Om hope that if she is pregnant, you can accept her child well, you can also keep the marriage, because even though religion, does not prohibit divorce, you can also keep the marriage, but that's a thing that shouldn't happen either" Arkan said.
"Yes Om, I'm going to try to keep that bond, keep the commitment that I've taken." Raffa nodded briefly.
"Now you go home first, tonight we go there" Arkan said.
"Yes Om, if so I go home first yes," said Raffa while getting up from the chair in front of the Arkan desk.
"Yes" said Arkan.
Raffa left the room, while Arkan - beginning to lean his back on the back of his chair, he unfastened the glasses he always felt when he was working, then turned them to the table.
He was still thinking about Raffa, for some reason he thought Raffa was doing this just to avoid his past about Nayna, although he had never seen the strange gestures that his nephew showed when dealing with his wife.
However, she had taken care of the child from her childhood even before her parents died, she often took care of him when her brother and sister-in-law were away, so he could tell that his nephew was trying to heal his feelings and about his past with Nayna.
Arkan did not have any bad thoughts about his nephew at all, because he knew, dispelling feelings, nor were his old memories easy, so he can understand if the current Raffa is also experiencing the same thing as he was, before knowing and loving his wife.
"May this be the best for you, may Mika indeed be able to remove the shadows of the past, like Nayna who can make me out of the clutches of the past," Arkan muttered expectantly.
He always wanted the best for his niece, he knew how much Raffa had for Nayna, his niece, always told him about her feelings.
As he was engrossed in his daydream, he saw the door handle of his room move, he was sure that if the one who opened the door was Ivan, if not his best friend, must be his wife, he was, because only the two people who always enter the room without knocking on the door first.
"Honey," called her beloved lady in a spoiled tone, while entering the room.
"Dear, the tumben to the sininya did not say first," said Arkan with a big smile while getting up from his chair.
"Emang why you should say first, there is something you hide it yes, so afraid of fear because I am here not to say first," said Nayna squinted, looking suspiciously at her husband.
"Usually, if you want to come here, always say it first," Arkan said, pulling Nayna's body into his arms.
"I suddenly miss, so just come here without telling you first" said Nayna inhaling Arkan's body scent deeply.
"Oh, why is the kange suddenly, not always," said Arkan kept his chin on the top of Nayna's head.
"Normally always missed, but now the kamgennya more," said Nayna looked up and looked at her husband's face.
"Hmmmm alright, let's sit down first," Arkan asked as he let go of their embrace.
Nayna nodded, but her eyes saw two cups on her husband's desk, and she stopped her steps, sitting on the couch with her husband, looking back at him suspiciously.
"No, there's two cups of used coffee there, the other one's used?" look at Nayna who is still standing in front of Arkan who is already sitting on the sofa.
Suspected that way, Arkan responded calmly, he smiled and pulled Nayna to sit on his lap, somehow the man felt that lately his beloved woman's attitude was a little different, so more suspicious.
"That's Raffa's ex baby, Raffa from here you didn't cross paths with him that way?" ask her gently, while tidying up Nayna's slightly messy hair.
"Right, not a former female guest?" nanya Nayna is back to normal again.
"Dearly, you know, after all, if I never receive guests in my room, other than those who are close to me," Arkan explained patiently.
The man is most able to cool the atmosphere and restore a good mood to his interlocutor, especially to Nayna, any anger and as thick as anything Nayna attitude that sometimes still has a high ego, but sometimes, the man always faced her gently and lovingly.
"I was just afraid of Mas, secretly meeting other women," said Nayna who somehow, lately she always had negative thoughts on her husband.
"I'm not going to do that, honey, I can't do anything that hurts you" Arkan said.
Nayna smiled at this, and then kissed Arkan's lips briefly.
"Don't maning-mancing Yang!" Arkan's sweat, made Nayna chuckle.
"Oh, what do you want Raffa here?" Nayna came down from Arkan's lap and sat properly beside him.
"He's here for .... "
Nayna heard every word that her husband said seriously, she only listened as he nodded occasionally, not intending to have it over, until Arkan finished telling the story then she began to make a sound.
"It feels like de javu ya Mas" Nayna said for the first time, when Arkan finished telling the story.
"Hemmm, maybe Raffa will be the second Arkan" Arkan chuckled.
"But I am grateful for the incident, now I can feel what it feels like to be truly happy," continued Arkan looking at Nayna with a clean look.
"Yes I am also grateful, the first man I saw at that time was you" said Nayna who also smiled.